cut out my heart and feed it
to the wolves howling
for the blood of the
lost boys. sweat out death
and glazed eyes feed
families for eternity.

tick…tock…goes the clock

i am the conjurer of
my own magick, the
spoils of my own war,
the monster
of my own nightmare,
the penitence of my own
sins.

tick…tock…goes the clock

devils in my head and death
chokes my heart, ain’t beating
for you no more.
killed it with silence,
neglect took the soul
from my bones.
c’est la vie, i suppose.

tick…tock…goes the clock

this is my doomsday,
how the sky caves in
more and more, the clouds
look orange like ***** fire.
this is the end
of all ends,
this is my darkness,
******* all.

tick…tock…goes the clock